“Oh, yeah?” the old man challenged.
“Yeah,” Longarm said.
“How you gonna do that?”
Longarm walked over to the wagon and dragged the now-conscious Horace Leach out from under the hay. The man’s face was as round as a melon. He looked pitiful.
“This is the man that had your old friend Marshal Ivan Kane murdered as well as his deputy.”
Wild Bill forgot about his threat against Longarm, and hurried to reload his pistol all the while muttering over and over, “Then I’ll shoot his balls off!”
Longarm guessed, if worse came to worst and he could not save Leach’s balls, that wouldn’t be such an all- fired tragedy anyway.
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